Silence  gives  us space  for joy and dread

Mesmerised by   voices in my head
I did not  live by senses or desire
But into inner chatting I was led

Do I think democracy is dead?
Do I think my good friend is a liar?
Listening   to the voices in my head

Will I faint or  blush in someone’s bed?
Shall I light the oven or the fire?
Into inner wordiness I’m led

Silence  gives  us space  for joy and dread
Too much talking makes the mind feel tired
Shall I miss the gossip someone said?

In our psyche  is a space for God
Yet fear too can erupt  with rapid tread
All my inner chatting hurts my head

The senses teach the soul how we might pray
Being alive to Nature in the day
Weary of  the Plays inside my head
I  looked at trees  and flowers and birds instead

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